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THE RUSSIAN BALLET

By Ellen Terry

Withdrawings By Pamela Colman Smith

1913


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THE RUSSIAN BALLET




Introductory

|THE Russian ballet, at least that section of it which M. de Diaghiliev,
patron and grand seigneur rather than agent, has taken all over Europe
during the last few years, and more recently to America, is now more
than a darling of its own nation, a naturally ballet-loving nation. It
has become an international possession. In England the Russian dancers
have perhaps been acclaimed with more whole-hearted fervor than
elsewhere, because before their coming the land was barren. In France
and Italy they had ballets of their own. They have a standard by
which they can measure the visitors from St. Petersburg. But English
audiences, like children presented with a new toy, first shyly wondered
at the novelty of the agile strangers, and then fell into transports of
enthusiasm.

Uncritical enthusiasm toward art and artists is an amiable attitude of
the English once they have been gained over. And this enthusiasm has a
way of persisting. "The English public may be slow," said a musician
who had taken a long time to win their suffrages, "but they are damnably
faithful!" If the fashion in Russian ballet should age elsewhere I feel
sure it will not in England, the last country to adopt it. So these
notes by an enthusiast have a good chance of being seasonable for many
years. Yes, I claim to be an enthusiast, although, perhaps, the fact
that I am not an English enthusiast but one who is half Irish and half
Scotch makes me more canny than some of my fellow-admirers. I have never
opened my mouth and swallowed the new ballet and all its works without
thinking. These are, all the same, impressions rather than criticisms.
And the impressions are not intended as an explanation of Miss Pamela
Colman Smith's pictures any more than her pictures are intended to be an
explanation of my impressions. Her pictures surely speak for themselves.
And like the clerk, I need only cry "Amen" to her eloquent drawings.

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Dancing In General

|WHAT is dancing? The Russians have done much to show us that it is
something more than _sauterie_, although they can _sauter_, or leap,
with the best. As an actress I salute dancers with the reverence of a
man for his ancestors. The dancer is certainly the parent of my own art,
but he has other children. All arts, of which the special attribute is
movement, descend from the dancer. The Greek word "chorus" means dance,
and the Greek choruses were originally dances. It can be proved that
dancing movements formed the first metres of true poetry. Why do we
speak of "feet" if not because the feet of the body used to mark the
rhythm of inspired utterance?




Religious Dancing

|IT seems strange that the Dance should have almost everywhere
degenerated into something base and trivial, while its children, Music
and Poetry, in spite of lapses, should have preserved their dignity and
beauty. It seems even more strange when we remember that dancing had a
religious origin. Among the Jews, as among other peoples, dancing was
constantly associated with the ceremonies of faith.

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In Christian churches the choir was originally designed as a place
in which the chanting of hymns and canticles might be conveniently
accompanied by rhythmic movements. On feast days the honor of leading
the dance was reserved for the bishop. This is why he was known in those
days by the name, of _praesul_, the is, he who dances first. A bishop as
_premier danseur!_ We can hardly believe it now, yet why should we not,
seeing that the movements of priest and server at mass have the nature
of a solemn dance? And there are places in France and Spain where
liturgical dances still exist. The most notable is the dance executed
before the altar at Seville in Holy Week. I am afraid that the one that
used to take place in the choir of Saint Leonard's at Limoges, where,
at the end of each psalm, the people sang instead of the _Gloria Patri_,
"San Marceau, pray for us and we will dance for you," is now extinct.




The Russian Revival

|ALL who regard dancing seriously, and there is nothing which should be
regarded more seriously than an art that is to give pleasure, must be
glad that they have lived in a century which has witnessed a very
fine and sincere endeavor to restore the dance to some of its primal
nobility. There is much in the results of this endeavor to criticize,
there are a few things to deplore, but in any refusal to recognize the
magnitude of what has been accomplished, there is probably some pique
that it has been the nation which Europe still views as barbarously
ingenuous in matters of art which has reformed the ballet on such
refined and spiritual lines.

I dislike the word "reformed," however. Reformations are generally
tiresome. _Transformations_ are far better! Saint Francis transformed,
Luther reformed; and the Russians are with Saint Francis rather than
with Luther! To appreciate the change which has come over the Russian
Ballet we ought to know a little about its constitution. It is and has
always been subsidized by the state. The Russian government supports
schools of ballet, where from the age of eight children are given a long
and arduous training in the science of dancing, and from which they are
drafted into the imperial ballets at St. Petersburg, Moscow and Warsaw.
A dancer's first appearance is generally made at the age of sixteen, and
at thirty-six his or her career is over. The dancers are then retired on
a pension amounting to about one hundred and fifty pounds a year. It is
not my intention to give details of this training. They are written in
many books by experts. But I should like to say at this point that one
of the leading characteristics of the Russian system is the attention
given to male dancing.




Male Dancers

|HAD the male dancers ever been excluded from the Imperial ballet its
fate would have been very different. The men are trained on the "ballon"
system, not on that which is known as the "parterre," and it is "ballon"
dancing which is one of the most beautiful features of the Russian
ballet. After we have watched interminable exercises ingeniously
performed "sur les pointes," with what relief have we seen Nijinsky,
perhaps the greatest "ballon" dancer who has ever existed, bound on to
the stage, rise high in the air, descend slowly and with such art
that when he touches the ground he can use it again for a still higher
flight.

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The presence of men in the ballet has an effect beyond the pleasure
afforded by the virile agility of their steps.

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It does away with the necessity for those feminine travesties of men,
known in our pantomimes as "principal boys," who introduce an element
into ballet which at its best makes a disturbing demand on our capacity
for illusion, and at its worst is a little degrading. What has made the
Male Dancers word "ballet" a sort of synonym for vice if it is not the
idea that it provides an opportunity for women to attract admirers--not
so much on account of their dancing as for the sake of their physical
charm? I think that a mixed ballet has the effect of concentrating
attention on the art of the dance rather than on the seductiveness of
the dancers. And the free and noble plastic of the male dancers in the
Russian ballet has influenced the plastic of the women, making it far
less sexual and far more beautiful.




Sur les Pointes

|I FRANKLY confess that I have a dislike to ordinary dancing on the
toes. It may be because in my youth it had degenerated into something so
stilted, distorted and unrhythmical that it conflicted with all my ideas
of beauty. And when the Russians give some of their older ballets,
such as "Giselle," which bears the mark of Italian influence--it was, I
think, arranged by an Italian _maître de ballet_ --I feel that all the
improvements that the Russians have made in this so-called "classical"
dancing cannot uproot my prejudice, although they can, and do, modify
it. The Russian ballerinas accomplish the feat of being _fluent_ on
their toes. They do not hammer out steps--it is a false notion of
rhythm that there is a hammer-stroke on every strong beat--but take a
collection of steps, as a singer takes a collection of notes, and calmly
and gracefully phrase them, in the manner of a bird beating the air
with its wings, rather than that of a blacksmith hammering on his anvil.
Still I doubt whether the Russians would have conquered Europe had they
come to us merely as revivers of classical dancing before it became
mechanical and ugly. They owe this revival to a great extent to
Tschaikowsky.




How Far a Native Ballet?

|TSCHAIKOWSKY was patriotic; he wrote music for the Imperial Theatre
ballets, and was the first man of any position in Russia to protest
against the importation of Italian dancers and Italian methods.
Undoubtedly he gave good counsel in advising a return to the French
style of classical dancing, the style which was at its best under Louis
XIV. But if the Russians had been content to stop at an imitation of
ballet as it was under the "Grand Monarque" they would still be giving
us only a dead perfection of steps. There is a deadness about all
Renaissance things, whether in architecture or dancing. What always
surprises us about the Russian ballet is its _life_. This vitality
came sweeping on to the stage with Russian _maîtres de ballet_ such as
Fokine, who used tradition, used the technical perfection of classical
dancing, but would not be a slave to them; with Russian composers such
as Borodin, Rimsky-Korsakoff, Glazounof, Liadoff, Arensky, Stravinsky
and Tscherepnin, the conductor of the ballet; with Russian artists
such as Alexandre Benois and Leon Bakst; with Russian dancers such as
Nijinsky. Is this ballet, then, distinguished from all other ballets by
being a _native_ ballet? When we see "Tamar" or "Scheherazade" or the
dances from "Prince Igor" we may answer, "Yes." But what about "Les
Sylphides," "Spectre de la Rose' ' or "Le Carnaval"? Are _they_
typically Russian? I think they rather transport us into a country which
has no nationality and no barriers, the kingdom of dreams. The Russian
ballet has transformed itself in a little over a decade because its
guiding minds have been more than national. The musicians, artists,
dancers and ballet masters have depended more on invention than on
reality. Many stories of widely different character have been drawn on
for the new ballets, but all have been treated with an imagination which
is neither the property of a nation nor the result of patriotism.




Personality--and Nijinsky

|THE Russians pride themselves on not having a "star system." Every
dancer has a chance of distinction. A good idea, but personality will
out, and genius cannot be effaced. "I am only the centre-piece of a
great mosaic," said Nijinsky once, but in his case it is a very big
"only." Certainly the perfection of the _ensemble_, the well-ordered
movements and groups of Fokine, assist this wonderful young god of the
dance. When Anna Pavlova, whom I still regard as the best of the women
Russian dancers, was torn from her original setting, many admirers
of her exquisite art, in which all the essentials of the dance, noble
gesture, beautiful line, lightness, elevation, that order of movement
which we call rhythm, and perfect time, are to be found, congratulated
themselves, "Now we shall get more of her." We got more--and less.

Nijinsky, in the years when Pavlova was still in the ballet, was allowed
to have talent. Lately we have all begun to use the word "genius." Where
does the difference between the things talent and genius lie if not in
the huge personality of the genius?

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They used to say of Henry Irving, who expressed himself in a
multiplicity of parts, that he was always the same Irving. Certainly he
was always faithful to himself whatever he assumed. This is a sign of
the presence of genius, not of its absence. In one sense we always have
the same Nijinsky, as Miss Pamela Colman Smith has very happily shown
in her drawings of him. Yet in another sense we never have the same
Nijinsky.




Nijinsky's Distinction

|WE must not belittle him by merely admiring him for his miraculously
agile leaps and jumps. As I said at the start, dancing is not only
_sauterie_. There was probably no _sauterie_ at all in the dancing of
the ancients. I am told that Nijinsky was much affected by the dancing
of Isadora Duncan when, some years ago, she appeared in St. Petersburg,
and I can well believe it, for there was manifested in her at her best
what was probably the supreme object of religious dancing---and all
ancient dancing was religious--the training of the body to the point of
making it docile to the rhythm of the soul. There are many young men in
the Russian ballet who dance excellently with their bodies, even if they
cannot leap as high as Nijinsky, but what really separates him from them
is the fact that he dances not only with his body, but with his soul.
Unfortunately this expression is often used lightly to mean merely "with
enthusiasm." But it can be used in a graver sense, and it is in that
sense that I use it.

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Nijinsky Always a Dancer

|SO free and yet so disciplined!" said someone of Nijinsky's dancing.
It was a very good criticism. But I like even better these words from
a French appreciation by M. Charles Mèryel: "We should not begin by
praising him for his prodigious physical ability for leaving the ground.
Let us think first of his power of evoking, through the means of a human
body in movement, a sort of beautiful dream, of his power of subjugating
his material appearance so that he becomes a _visitation divine_ and
almost immaterial." I remember in this connection something that was
said to me by Christopher St. John after "Les Sylphides": "This gives us
a conception of what our glorified bodies after the Resurrection will be
like, the same bodies, but spiritualized and agile!" I thought, "This is
too much!" and laughed at an excess of enthusiasm! But the French writer
and the English one were both expressing the same idea.

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Whatever his role, the young Russian dancer projects an interior emotion
which has in it all the force of spontaneity, but is at the same time
conscious and considered. As an actress, that has always been my ideal
of expression. But actors express emotions; it is generally their duty
to _realise_, in fact, to recall a man. Nijinsky never recalls human
experience, never suggests the passions of mankind. He is always the
dancer. Now the miming of ordinary ballet-dancers has often in the past
seemed to be more than a little ridiculous. Love and joy and pleasure,
pain and hate and death--how could they be simulated by pirouettings,
posings and posturings? Did I reject them as absurdly unconvincing
because I did not understand the language of choreography? I think I was
alienated because I had never heard the language spoken well. I am sure
now that it can be infinitely expressive, but the better it is spoken by
the dancer's body the less it will resemble the expression of mortals. I
could never call Nijinsky a good actor. I can, and do, call him a great
dancer.

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The Dance Poems

|IT has been said that the Russian ballet makes a vivid and brutal
appeal to the senses, and certainly there is some truth in this as
regards the ballets of which the artist Bakst is the guiding spirit. The
old saying that you cannot see the wood for the trees may be borrowed to
express a criticism. You cannot see color for the colors in some Bakst
ballets. Yet even Bakst sometimes helps to aid that impression of a
visitation divine which Nijinsky in his own person produces. You will
see that Miss Pamela Colman Smith has given what some may think a
disproportionate amount of space to her studies of "Les Sylphides,"
"Le Carnaval," and "Le Spectre de la Rose." I think she was, perhaps
unconsciously, more strongly attracted by these three dance poems (for
dance poems they should be called rather than ballets) because of their
greater wealth in the immaterial.

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Les Sylphides

|SOME of the Russian ballets take a material story and treat it in
terms of the dance. But what story is there in "Les Sylphides"? Even the
programme, seldom at a loss for a synopsis, has never tried to tell
us what it is all about. We hear preludes and waltzes, nocturnes and
mazurkas by Chopin, and hear them orchestrated audaciously, but for the
most part successfully, by distinguished Russian composers. We remember
that when we heard these lovely Chopin pieces on the piano, interpreted
by a Paderewski or a Pachmann, we had our mental dreams; we saw things,
but not with our eyes. When the curtain rose on "Les Sylphides" we were
asked to make our imagination abdicate its rights, to put away the films
of that little individual cinematograph which we had made with closed
eyes. The demand may have seemed impertinent to those who love the
interior visions given by musical sounds better than the most beautiful
spectacle that the theatre has ever presented. But "Les Sylphides" had
not progressed far before we ceased to be worried by
the antagonism between dreams and stage pictures. The grace of those
immaterial white figures, Victorian just so far as Chopin is Victorian,
became one with the grace of the music.

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Perhaps the rhythm of the music has never been better perceived than
through these well-ordered movements designed by Fokine. The appearance
of Nijinsky as a kind of dream Alfred de Musset in a romantic fair wig,
and dressed in black and white, among the impalpable Sylphides was both
inexplicable and inevitable. When he danced he seemed almost to play
Chopin with his feet, so perfect was his time. His steps seemed to be
the symmetry of the music--in fact its rhythm, for the rhythm of music
is symmetry in motion. And when he merely walked about with outstretched
arm, he recalled Ruskin's allusion to man "in erect and thoughtful
motion," to "the great human noblesse of walking on feet."

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But it is time we cried "place aux dames!" Miss Pamela Colman Smith has
well transfixed the bounding motion of Nijinska (sister to the "centre
piece of the mosaic") in the Mazurka; and the names of Karsavina,
Schollar, Will and Kovalewska excite happy memories of this romance of
style.




Le Carnaval

|LE CARNAVAL," the second of the dance poems which have inspired Miss
Pamela Colman Smith, is equally romantic, but not in the pensive,
twilight manner of "Les Sylphides," with its vague suggestion
of mysterious grief. Everything in "Carnaval" is joyous and
_insouciant_--except perhaps poor Bolm as Pierrot, the unhappy dupe of
Nijinsky-Arlecchino's teasing pranks. Bakst's scene, with its plain blue
curtains and two absurd uncomfortable Victorian sofas, prepares us
for the Russian interpretation of Schumann's music, before the peg-top
trousered and crinolined _corps de ballet_ have made their appearance.

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Until I saw "Le Carnaval," although I had realized that the art of the
Russians was not narrow or local, and that they could dance in several
languages, I fear I had not credited them with humor. The true comic
spirit (which makes us smile, not laugh in the manner so offensive to
Mr. Bernard Shaw) rules this delicious episode, which is a setting
of Schumann's music in the way that music can be a setting of words,
completing their message and intensifying their significance.

For the first time I will use the word "acting" in connection with the
Russian ballet. The comedy in "Le Carnaval" is of a very high order.
The story is interpreted more through genuine pantomime than through
dancing, which perhaps accounts for the popularity of this particular
ballet with us English, who still understand the nature of good acting
better than the nature of good dancing, although we are at the present
time much attracted by dancing. A real note of freakish farce is in this
"Carnaval." The dancing itself is freakish. It is the simplest, silliest
thing! A bit of fun--yet to give us this bit of fun what serious work
was needed! The grave young Nijinsky is transformed into a mischievous
child!

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The Corps de Ballet

|I NOTICED in "Carnaval" the individual work done by each individual of
the _corps de ballet_, yet always done in such a way as to contribute
to the harmonious effect of the whole. The Pierrot (Bolm), the Harlequin
(Nijinsky), the Columbine (Karsavina), played the leading parts
incomparably, but that was not surprising. It was far more surprising to
see in every member of the ballet the talent of a "star."

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They were not there just to wear their 1860 costumes well and to form
themselves into mechanical groups. The entire _corps_ vibrated with
life, did their full share in the dancing and miming. They never
appeared to be waiting for an opportunity for distinction; they were
content to distinguish themselves.

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Le Spectre de la Rose

|WHAT would a dramatist make of Gauthier's little idyl of the vision
of the Rose? What would an actor and actress make of it if it could be
dramatized? I am afraid to answer these questions. Fortunately they
need not be answered, as no dramatist now will be fool enough to rush in
where dancers have trodden on such light feet. ("The beautiful is light.
All divine things run on light feet.") A young girl returns from a ball.
She sinks into a chair and, kissing the rose in her hand, which reminds
her of the evening's innocent pleasure, she falls asleep. She dreams
that the rose comes to life and invites her to dance with it. She dances
in her dream. (Does she see the rose, I wonder, or is it invisible to
her while visible to us?) She knows a joy in which there is no fatigue,
a love in which there is no threat to her virginity. The phantom rose
disappears. She wakes. The real rose is at her feet where the dream rose
had lain for a moment. She picks it up and kisses it again, poor little
faded and finite sign of a fresh infinite thing which has shown itself
for a moment and passed out of earth's tiny room.

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A Paradox

|IT is one of those paradoxes, of which the Russian ballet is rich in
examples, that the music of this fragile little poem should be Weber's
"Invitation à la Valse," robustly orchestrated by Berlioz. I can
imagine how sickly and pale specially written music might have been!
The healthy, strong melody, the sound, marked rhythm help to create that
sense of the _impossible_ which is the abiding impression of the phantom
of the rose.

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How this music pulsates! Its deep expectant breathing increases one's
sensation that we are all dreaming--dancers and audience too. Tamar
Karsavina, who in other roles shows a nervous force, a tragic power, a
strange and luring grace which account even better than her dancing for
her triumphant prominence, is so gentle, so modest, so suppliant in the
"Spectre de la Rose," that she becomes the incarnation of snow-white
youth, dreaming of a heavenly lover. And Nijinsky becomes the spirit of
that dream. I feel sorry for that young girl, who perhaps will wake next
day in that queer Bakst bedroom, and think of the partner who gave her
the rose, not of the Rose itself, who came to her as virginal as the
thought which summoned him. I don't like the idea of the remembrance of
an ordinary flirtation at a ball walking in at the door of that room,
out of whose window the mystical figure of the Rose flew forth into the
night, which was, I am sure, day to him!

|THE Russian dancers may reasonably pride themselves on their
versatility. In their seven-leagued ballet shoes they travel all over
the world, and beyond. They bound easily from ancient Greece to
a Caucasian camp, from the East of a thousand-and-one nights to a
legendary country invented for their playground. It really requires
astonishing mental activity to follow them with pleasure from "Le
Spectre de la Rose" to "Scheherazade." A symphonic poem of Richard
Strauss after a plain-song hymn, or Wagner after Mozart, could not be
a greater shock to the system. Everything in
"Scheherazade" suggests violence and horror.

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Bakst's palace was built for dreadful deeds; no one, I am sure, could
ever feel safe in it. Its color makes it vibrate on its foundations,
if indeed it has any foundations. There are bad dreams as well as good
ones, and the dream quality, on which I have insisted, so far, as the
special beauty of these Russian ballets and mimed poems, is present
in "Scheherazade." The strange thing is that this nightmare, in which
sensuality and cruelty are the only emotions evoked, has a paradoxical
vein of delicacy running through it. There is something almost childlike
in the wiles by which the Sultan's wives, when their lord's back is
turned, induce the Master Eunuch to liberate the slaves for their
pleasure. The infantile joyousness with which the dark-skinned youths
rush from their silver and gold cages on their loves and on their
impending doom has an element of pity. The whirligig dance which follows
expresses exactly the happiness, which is short, sharp and sudden, but
over which destiny hangs, and for which there is no mercy. And all the
time in this riot of color, this orgy of animation, we never lose sight
of the negro who is the chosen of the Sultan's favorite, the negro who
half an hour ago in another world was the phantom Rose! His arms, which
but now were waving invisible garlands in the serene air, are ready to
coil round their prey in a serpentine embrace.

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The lips which gave the innocent kiss of naïve youth are now twisted in
the spasms of desire. Nijinsky in "Scheherazade" is not the incarnation
of evil, but its spirit.... His ghastly pallor is terrible.

Really he seems to turn white under his black skin.

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Tamar

|TAMAR" is another pleasant little ballet of barbarity, in which
Karsavina, as one of those avid, fatal heroines, in the interpretation
of whose serpentine passions she is always fine, lures lovers to her
high tower, and, in the manner of the Chinese Empress, makes death
the penalty of an hour of her love. The execution is summary, the
unfortunate lover being hurled out of the window by muscular members of
Tamar's suite. In "Tamar" Adolph Bolm, who was I think the first Russian
male dancer to appear in England, makes a magnificent entrance. Miss
Pamela Colman Smith's drawing gives a very vivid impression of the
effect produced by the first appearance on the scene of the Lover and
his companions. Here is a very good example of the amazing influence
that the color and shape of mere garments can have on the imagination.
Those silent, black-coated, black-hatted men, their faces muffled in
concealing scarfs, seem to have come from far, from very far. I feel
that their horses below are in a sweat, that they have been riding
furiously at the summons of a force which their fresh and ardent youth
could not resist!

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Poor frenzied man! What is his secret? Why has he come here to see love
through a veil of blood--blood which is his own?




Prince Igor

|AT the head of the Polovtsien warriors in the dances from Borodin's
opera "Prince Igor," Bolm has to dance as well as to mime, and very
splendidly and fiercely he dances with his bow. This "Prince Igor"
ballet lasts only a few minutes, but in those minutes are crowded enough
energy, excitement, lightning swift successions of different movements,
true healthy barbarity (not the barbarity of decadence), and splendid
music to take away all words, all thoughts, but "wonderful"! But those
"Prince Igor" dances ought never to have been given without their
accompanying songs. It has been the custom lately to leave out the
singing, one of those omissions that matter.

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     NOTE: An omission of mine that matters is that I have
     recalled "Prince Igor" without mentioning the name of Sophia
     Féodorova, who holds her own in astounding feats of agility,
     as in fiery spirit with the adolescents in whose evolutions
     she participates. The girl is a wonder at this man's work!




Pavillon d' Armide

|IN this ballet, in the style of the French ballets of the reign of
Louis XIV., there is less distinction, I think, than in the others from
which Miss Pamela Colman Smith has derived her pictures. The costumes
and scenery are "designed by Benois," but any one with a knowledge
of the theatre and a Racinet at hand could have done the same sort of
thing. And yet as I write this I know I should make the reservation of
that "life" which the Russians know how to breathe into everything. What
I mean is that Benois gives us no new creation. Karsavina's bird-like
grace in her eighteenth-century guise is captivating (oh, that this
talented little dancer had more music in her, and did not dance always
a fraction off the beat!), and Nijinsky as a wholly unnecessary slave in
white satin gives a wonderful exhibition of dancing in the style of
the original Ballon who danced at the opera in Paris at the end of the
seventeenth century, and gave his name to the kind of classical dancing
which consists in elevation.

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     NOTE: Bolm as the lover looks very like one of Louis XIV.'s
     sons, and mimes perfectly. I like the "pas de trois" (the
     music of this ballet by Tscherepnin is fascinating), but I
     liked it better when it was originally given at the Coliseum
     as an extract, and danced by Kosloff, Karsavina and Baldina.
     Our spirited, bounding Nijinska has not got the eighteenth-
     century style. Oh, I must not forget those dear Bouffons!
     Their little dance alone makes "Pavilion d'Armide" worth
     while.




Narcisse

|THE last drawing in this book is of Nijinsky as Narcisse, and if
Narcisse had been a _pas seul_ by Nijinsky I am sure that there would
have been more to praise in it. For once, the mosaic was all wrong, and
so the centre piece could not be all right. I have read enthusiastic
accounts of "L'Apres-midi d'un Faune," which Nijinsky himself arranged,
making Debussy's music the vehicle for a display of Greek poses, and
from Nijinsky's personal performance in "Narcisse" I believe it to be
possible that he has succeeded in doing, in "L'Après-midi de un Faune,"
what Bakst failed to do in "Narcisse. ' ' When, at the end of the
ballet, that colossal stage narcissus was jerked up from the stage pool,
and the limelight was turned on it, I regretfully saw in that light a
limitation in the Russian art. They could not interpret the tranquil
repose, the immanent beauty of Greek ideas.

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The whole treatment of the exquisite story of the youth who fell in
love with his own beauty, and was drowned seeking to come near its
reflection, was heavy-handed, even a little barbarous and ugly. And all
the grave movements imprisoned in stone and marble by the sculptors of
ancient Greece, all the joyous silhouettes on Greek vases, seemed to
remain remote, and secure from the conquest of the devouring Russian,
restlessly seeking material for his ballets in all nations and all
times. I had a sudden seizure of distrust; it was as though the disdain
of the Greek had sapped the foundations of my belief in the justness of
the praises lavished on the new dance; but then memories of gestures,
colors, bounding movements, freedom of expression given by perfection
of technique, came crowding pell-mell into my mind. The frown on a cold
marble forehead could not extinguish my joy in the flame of life which
burns so ardently in the work of the Russian ballet.










